FROM HOPE TO DESPAIR
The way of life is like the sea.
My little boat is so disturbed.
It's moving up and down in place,
but forward motion is quite curbed.

My compass is so good and sound,
but factors distort what it shows.
The earth has lost its guiding force
and what's nearby its needle draws.

What can one do with such a loss?
The boat is tossed about in place.
No forward movement l can feel
and if l can, what do l trace?

The world has lost its faithful guide
which is replaced by full nonsense.
It leads man where there is despair
that subs for hope and its substance.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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